Challenge accepted. [ It wasn't a challenge issued but that doesn't matter. Mostly because she wants to prove Kaiba wrong and show him that her idea is, in fact, superior. Once she puts her mind to something, she doesn't particularly let up very easily. This will either end hilariously bad, or in absolute victory. ]
Well, if that is your life goal, you've certainly achieved it. Congrats! [ This is too easy. She'll concede for now, though, not wanting to push her luck immensely. ]
...A trash can monster? [ That hardly sounds scary. It sounds more like a children's drawing come to life. She doesn't have a whole lot of time to really think about that, though, not when there are baby dragons growing aggressive with one another at their feet. Kaiba steps in, and once again, the corners of her lips tug up into a smile as he finds a way to gently break them up. He's fortunate that she will not comment on his dragon father skills. ]
It could be, yeah. One man's trash is another man's treasure. [ She's eyeing some of this stuff -- scrap metal and gears are something that she knows Ren might be able to tinker with, and maybe, just maybe, she can, too.
Later, though. She looks up as he speaks again, nodding as she walks after him. The dragons, not wanting to be left entirely alone, squeak and scramble after the pair, the original one scrambling up Ann's leg and back up onto her shoulder as if he'd never left. Welp. ] Right... [ What a strange looking structure. She takes her eyes off of that for a second, though, slowing to reach down and take hold of a metal pipe that's washed up on shore. It's not her choice of weapon, honestly -- this is more of Ryuji's thing. But if there's a chance of a stupid trash goblin or whatever hanging around, she wants to be prepared.
She does have her whip, but it's not on her person, and she wants to avoid using that particular weapon at all costs. Mostly, because should the need arise and should her Panther alter ego ever need to surface... she doesn't really want to be identified right away. Not that it would probably really be that hard anyways, but, details. ]
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Well, if that is your life goal, you've certainly achieved it. Congrats! [ This is too easy. She'll concede for now, though, not wanting to push her luck immensely. ]
...A trash can monster? [ That hardly sounds scary. It sounds more like a children's drawing come to life. She doesn't have a whole lot of time to really think about that, though, not when there are baby dragons growing aggressive with one another at their feet. Kaiba steps in, and once again, the corners of her lips tug up into a smile as he finds a way to gently break them up. He's fortunate that she will not comment on his dragon father skills. ]
It could be, yeah. One man's trash is another man's treasure. [ She's eyeing some of this stuff -- scrap metal and gears are something that she knows Ren might be able to tinker with, and maybe, just maybe, she can, too.
Later, though. She looks up as he speaks again, nodding as she walks after him. The dragons, not wanting to be left entirely alone, squeak and scramble after the pair, the original one scrambling up Ann's leg and back up onto her shoulder as if he'd never left. Welp. ] Right... [ What a strange looking structure. She takes her eyes off of that for a second, though, slowing to reach down and take hold of a metal pipe that's washed up on shore. It's not her choice of weapon, honestly -- this is more of Ryuji's thing. But if there's a chance of a stupid trash goblin or whatever hanging around, she wants to be prepared.
She does have her whip, but it's not on her person, and she wants to avoid using that particular weapon at all costs. Mostly, because should the need arise and should her Panther alter ego ever need to surface... she doesn't really want to be identified right away. Not that it would probably really be that hard anyways, but, details. ]